The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

Tag: sex

On the Side of the Road

by fyarlgiles

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yesterday, on the car ride home,

I had to pull over and

imagine you

slipping your slight fingers

under my shirt and over my fluttering heart-

I let my eyes roll inwards

and back

 to that blinking

 jungle of cobweb confusion

that blossoms

in your body

between sleep and sight.

Where everything flashes

then falls

loose

and limp.

“I had to” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Wildwood by Elle Hanley

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She’s Done

by fyarlgiles

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I feel the dull but insistent teeth of your dinner fork

tugging at moth holes

in my sun dress

asking for me to be more bare

for you

more raw

for you

and so I let them needle away

until the threads are unknotted

and the cloth falls to the floor, and

I am

all that you want me to be

“Your Toy” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Sleep When You Die” by Kieran Sperring

http://society6.com/captain_spezzo/Sleep-When-You-Die_Print

Lit Mash: Her Sexual Awakening

by fyarlgiles

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She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun, and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace, and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! She had been summoned to behold a revelation. Then Janie felt a pain remorseless sweet that left her limp and languid.

Zora Neale Hurston Their Eyes Were Watching God

Artwork by Leigh Viner

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The Body

by fyarlgiles

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onyx fingers curl

and stretch

through stone and steal

through blood and death

heaven glows in all of her

the sky below

the sea above

coming slowly

like the daylight

orange, red, and yellow flow

all is brilliant

like the morning

worn but strong in clouds of silk

“The Body” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse